I cry.

This is the tail end of a train wreck of a week. Bear with me.

Feeling pretty: is it a choice or a process? Is it a state? Because me in the morning is the furthest thing from pretty.

Every man I’ve loved has made me love women. I’m in love with the woman behind and inside you. I love the woman who bought you your first pair of loafers; I love those shoes, they look good in suits. I’m in love with the woman who tau…